A Note and a Poem

Hey everyone! Sorry I never got a post up on Saturday, I was going to do a Books from Before and then stuff came up and it didn't happen. I'll have one next week, promise!

So who watched the Superbowl last night? (I didn't. I saw some of the commercials, but I deliberately avoided watching the actual game. I'm not a fan of football, even though most of my family is.) I will say I thought the Volkswagen commercial with the Darth Vader kid was kind of adorable, and some of the others were great too. As for football...well, congratulations to the winners! I know my family is quite pleased that the Packers won and some of my friends are not... Anyway, congrats to both teams on what I assume was a game well played and on making it to the Superbowl, and good job to the Packers for their victory!

I haven't gotten a whole lot of reading done lately, but I did find a poem that I really like, and I wanted to share it with all of you. It's called "Harlem," and it's by Langston Hughes:

Harlem

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up

      like a raisin in the sun?

      Or fester like a sore—

      And then run?

      Does it stink like rotten meat?

      Or crust and sugar over—

      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags

      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?